Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Ryan's Lament

Well my name is Mick Ryan, I'm lyin
In a lonely near where I was killed
By a red man his native land
In the place they call Little Big Horn

And I swear I did not see the
When I with the Seventh Cavalry
I thought we fought for the land of the free
When we from Fort Lincoln that morning

And the band they the Garryowen
Brass was shining, a flowin
I swear if I had known
I'd wished that I'd died back at Vicksburg

For my and me, we had barely escaped
From the hell was Ireland in forty eight
Two angry young lads who had learned how to
But we the idea of Amerikay

And we our cousins who fought and bled
In their bloody of bloody red
The sun never sets on the dead
Of who have chosen an empire

But find a better life somehow
In the land no man has to bow
It seemed right then and it right now
That Paddy he died for the

Ah, but Michael he somehow got turned
He had stolen the dream that he thought found
Now I never see that holy ground
For I turned something I hated

And I'm haunted by the
Drums a beating, blowin'
I swear if I had only
I'd lie with my in Vicksburg

And the band they played Garryowen
was shin, flags a flowin'
I if I had only known, I'd lie with
my at Vicksburg